I just cut S.'s hair. There is a reason I am not a hairdresser.
I had to shave a mohawk into his head for a show he's in. It's a slightly crooked mohawk. S. abhors everything not straight, not symmetrical, not organized and orderly; and now his head belongs to the dark side of chaos. I'd insert an evil laugh but, you know, it's for a show and it probably should be straight. I did my best! Le sigh.
I once shaved my own head by accident. How does one shave their head by accident, you ask? For all I know I mentioned this incident on here already but I'll regale you once more with the horror of the experience.
I had really short hair at the time. Or rather, I'd had really short hair, and it was starting to grow out. I wanted it back at that inch, inch-and-a-half-tops length, but I was unemployed and didn't have the money for a visit to the salon. I looked towards the clippers under the sink for my answer.
That was such a bad idea.
I was so naive, so unaware of how clippers work. I thought that if you used the 1.5 inch guard, your hair would be a tidy 1.5 inches in length, and presto, I'd have my cute little hair cut back.
Yeah. No. That's not how clipper guards work.
I learned that almost immediately, as I cut a two-inch swath into the front of my hair and gasped in shock at the near-naked scalp that appeared.
Oh. My. God. What have I done?
I had to shave the rest then, you see. Z. was still a wee pup, watching me from in her kennel outside the bathroom. I turned to her and said, "Well, let's hope my head doesn't have any funny lumps on it."
It doesn't.
I had to text S. and tell him I hadn't had a nervous breakdown, I just didn't know how clippers worked.
And if he talked to you about his hair tonight, he'd say I still didn't.
I had to shave a mohawk into his head for a show he's in. It's a slightly crooked mohawk. S. abhors everything not straight, not symmetrical, not organized and orderly; and now his head belongs to the dark side of chaos. I'd insert an evil laugh but, you know, it's for a show and it probably should be straight. I did my best! Le sigh.
I once shaved my own head by accident. How does one shave their head by accident, you ask? For all I know I mentioned this incident on here already but I'll regale you once more with the horror of the experience.
I had really short hair at the time. Or rather, I'd had really short hair, and it was starting to grow out. I wanted it back at that inch, inch-and-a-half-tops length, but I was unemployed and didn't have the money for a visit to the salon. I looked towards the clippers under the sink for my answer.
That was such a bad idea.
I was so naive, so unaware of how clippers work. I thought that if you used the 1.5 inch guard, your hair would be a tidy 1.5 inches in length, and presto, I'd have my cute little hair cut back.
Yeah. No. That's not how clipper guards work.
I learned that almost immediately, as I cut a two-inch swath into the front of my hair and gasped in shock at the near-naked scalp that appeared.
Oh. My. God. What have I done?
I had to shave the rest then, you see. Z. was still a wee pup, watching me from in her kennel outside the bathroom. I turned to her and said, "Well, let's hope my head doesn't have any funny lumps on it."
It doesn't.
I had to text S. and tell him I hadn't had a nervous breakdown, I just didn't know how clippers worked.
And if he talked to you about his hair tonight, he'd say I still didn't.
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